As poverty has been reduced in terms of mere survival, it has become more profound in terms of our way of life.

To be rich nowadays merely means to possess a large number of poor objects.

There are more truths in twenty-four hours of a man's life than in all the philosophies.

Purchasing power is a license to purchase power. The old proletariat sold its labour power in order to subsist; what little leisure time it had was passed pleasantly enough in conversations, arguments, drinking, making love, wandering, celebrating and rioting. The new proletarian sells his labour power in order to consume. When he’s not flogging himself to death to get promoted in the labour hierarchy, he’s being persuaded to buy himself objects to distinguish himself in the social hierarchy. The ideology of consumption becomes the consumption of ideology.

People are bewitched into believing that time slips away, and this belief is the basis of time actually slipping away.

The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.

The organization controlling the material equipment of our everyday life is such that what in itself would enable us to construct it richly plunges us instead into a poverty of abundance, making alienation all the more intolerable as each convenience promises liberation and turns out to be only one more burden. We are condemned to slavery to the means of liberation.